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Practical Instructions for 
Private Theatricals 

By W. D. EMERSON 
Author of "A Country Romance," "The Unknown Rival," 
"Humble Pie," etc. 



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Here is a practical hand-book, describing in detail all thfc 
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amateur production. In addition to the descriptions in words, 
everything is clearly shown in the numerous pictures, more 
than one hundred being inserted in the book. No such useful 
book has ever been offered to the amateur players of any 
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CONTENTS 

Chapter I. Introductory Remarks. 

Chapter II. Stage, How to Make, etc. In drawing-rooms 
or parlors, with sliding or hinged doors. In a single large 
room. The Curtain; how to attach it, and raise it, etc. 

Chapter III. Arrangement of Scenery. How to haug it. 
Drapery, tormentors, wings, borders, drops. 

Chapter IV. Box Scenes. Center door pieces, plain wings, 
door wings, return pieces, etc. 

Chapter V. How to Light the Stage. Oil, gas and electric 
light. Footlights, Sidelights, Reflectors. How to darken the 
stage, etc. 

Chapter VI. Stage Effects. Wind,, Rain, Thunder, Break- 
ing Glass, Falling Buildings, Snow, Water, Waves, Cascades, 
Passing Trains, Lightning, Chimes, Sound of Hors**' Hoofa^ 
Shots. 

Chapter VII. Scene Painting. 

Chapter VIII. A Word to the Property Man, 

Chapter IX. To the Stage Manager. 

Chapter X. The Business Manager. 

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THE LAND OF 
FORGETFULNESS 



BY 

KATHARINE KESTER 



A CHILDREN'S PLAY IN THREE ACTS 

ESPECIALLY ADAPTED TO 

OUT-OF-DOOR PERFORMANCES 



COPYRIGHT, 1918 

BY 
THE DRAMATIC 
PUBLISHING COMPANY 



CHICAGO 
THE DRAMATIC PUBLISHING COMPANY 



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CHARACTERS. 

The Pied Piper. 

Prince Rupert — Imprisoned by Frowza in Fairyland. 

Margaret — A maiden of Hamline town. 

Peter — A Peasant of Hamline town. 

The Queen of the Fairies. 

The King of the Elves. 

Frowza — The Witch. 

Children of Hamline Town : Bertha, Hans, Gretchen, 
Walther, Trudel, Franz, Elizabeth, Fritz, Lottchen, 
Hermann, Hedwig, Elsa. 

Flower Fairies : Rose, Violet, Buttercup, Bluebell, 
Fern. 

There should be at least twelve in the band of children 
from Hamline, five fairies, and three elves, and as many 
more may be used in each of these groups as desired. 



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THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 

ACT I. 

[The Pied Piper and children are seen in the distance. 
The Piper plays and the children come trooping after him 
singing and laughing. They come onto the stage. A Ger- 
man folk-dance may be used here, if desired. The Piper 
remains in the background watching the children, a smile 
on his lips. When the dance is ended, he comes fonvard, 
breaking into their midst.] 

Piper. Enough, enough! Break off and rest awhile! 

The way was long for all your little feet. 

But not one of you thought of weariness — 

'Twas happiness and joy that filled your heads. 

Now thanks, my pipe, for what thou'st done today. 

Thou canst at my command bring mirth to some, 

To others, sorrow. 
Bertha. Master Piper man ! 

Piper. Ay, what wouldst thou? 
Bertha. As through this wood we came, 

I looked around me, for the pretty flowers 

And trees just seemed to smile and nod at me. 

And so I looked about, and there I saw — 

Guess what ! 
Piper. Oh, tellme, I could never guess. 

Fritz. Yes, tell us quick for I saw something, too. 
Gretchen. And so did I ! 
Hedwig. , And I ! 

Walther. And I did, too ! 

Bertha. A tiny little man, all dressed in brown ! 
Fritz. A fat and jolly, rosy, little man ! 
[Children all nod and agree.] 
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Bertha. I saw him peeking from beneath a flower 
And looking at me, twinkling with his eyes. 
And when I stopped just once to look at him, 
Why, he was gone ! 
Fritz. And so was mine ! 

Gretchen. And mine! 

Hedwig. Oh, tell us, Piper, what the brown things were. 
Piper. [Laughs.] Why, yes, dear children, those were 

little elves. 
Walther. Real elves, that only live in story books ? 
Piper. Real elves, that only live in Fairyland. 
Lottchen. Are we in Fairyland ? 

All Children. [Wondering and awestruck.] In Fairy- 
land ? 
Piper. In Fairyland, my dears, is where you are, 
The fairest, loveliest country 'neath the sun. 
Here all is happiness the whole day long, 
No books, no lessons, nothing here but fun. 
Franz. I'd like to stay here always ! 
Trudel. So would I ! 

[Children all nod and agree.] 
Piper. And so you shall, my dears, and so you shall ! 

[Children laugh and clap their hands.] , 
Hermann. And shall we see the fairies and the elves? 
Piper. Ay, certainly, and that without delay. 
I'll call them now. 

[Blows a few notes on his pipe.] 
Come hither, little elves. 
They'll be here presently. 
[Elves come in from all sides, running, jumping, creeping, 
turning somersaults.] 

Ah, here they are ! 
Come, come, give greeting to our visitors. 
What, visitors ! Nay, nay, they've come to stay ! 
Do bid them welcome, elves. Go shake their hands, 
For that's the way the mortals greet each other. 
[Elves go around shaking hands with children.'] 



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Piper. [Introducing.'] This, children, is the little Elf- 
land king. 

Elf-King. In Elfland's name, I'm glad to welcome you. 
I'm glad that you have come to see us here. 
For 'tis a finer, fairer land than yours. 
Come see us in our homes beneath the ground, 
For that is where we elfmen live and work. 
We place deep in the ground the precious gems, 
Like this one which this little maiden wears. 
Come dine with us on roasted grasshoppers' legs. 
'Tis kingly fare, I'm sure you'll like it much, 
As long as you are good, we'll treat you well, 
We'll play with you and show you many things. 
But if you should be naughty, then beware ! 
The elves will come and pinch you black and blue ! 
[Children shudder.] 

Piper. I know they will be good, your majesty. 
So now let all the elves and children join 
In merry sport, say, in a game of ball. 
I'd have a word with you. 

Children. Yes, let's play ball ! 

[Children and elves go to back of stage and play ball.] 

Piper. I want to tell you why I brought them here. 

Elf-King. Ay, ay, and I am anxious to be told. 

Piper. Thou knowest the charms my wondrous pipe 
can work. 

Elf-King. Thy pipe has served thee many a good turn. 

Piper. It is a noble instrument, indeed. 
Well, yestereven, as I journeyed through 
Old Brunswick, by the river Weser's side, 
I talked with peasants, as I always do 
And all their conversation was the same, 
For instance, when I met a farmer man, 
"Good-day !" said I. "Say not good day," quoth he, 
"And why ?" I asked, "Is not the weather fine ?" 
"Ay, fine for vermin," was my friend's reply. 
"Your crops are growing well," I ventured then. 
"They'll feed the rats, I doubt it not," said he. 



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"Come, come, my friend," I cried, "You're pessi- 
mistic !" 

"How can a man be otherwise ?" said he, 

"Why know you not how Hamline town's besieged? 

They're simply overrun with awful rats !" 
Elf-King. With rats ! Why, stop a moment, that re- 
minds me. 

This morning there appeared in dear old Elfland 

A host of sleek and well-kept, giant rats. 

We use them for our horses, as you know. 

But where they ever came from, I don't know. 
Piper. Why, that's within my story ; you shall hear. 

Well, I went straight to Hamline town in Brunswick, 

And found affairs in a most awful state. 

I went to Hamline's Mayor and Corporation, 

And said that I would rid their town of rats 

If they would give me then a thousand guilders. 

"One ! "Fifty-thousand !" was their joyous cry. 

So out into the street I went and piped, 

And after me of course the rats came trooping. 

I dumped them in the river Weser's tide, 

Whence they came down to you. 
Elf-King. Ah, now I see ! 

And thanks for such a splendid lot of steeds ! 
Piper. [Laughs.] No thanks to me, but my beloved 
pipe. 

Well, to go on, I went to get my pay, 

For they had promised me a thousand guilders ; 

But to my great surprise, they would not pay ! 

I said, "I'll make you pay !" So out I went, 

And piped again, this time a different tune. 

And now, instead of rats, the children came 

And followed in my wake, with song and dance. 

I brought them here, and here they are to stay. 

The innocent must suffer for the guilty. 
Elf-King. [Offended.] You call it suffering, then, to 

live in Elfland? 
Piper. Oh, no, indeed ! I beg a thousand pardons ! 



THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 7 

I meant not what I said, for truly now 

The children are the happier of the two, 

And 'tis the lonely parents that must suffer. 

Observe the babies in their little sport. 

Ah, childhood is the finest time of life. 

Well, children, have you had a merry game ? 
Children. Yes, yes! [They run forward.] 
Walther. The little elves know how to play 

As well as any of us boys and girls. 
An Elf. Ay, truly, we do ; and we know besides 

Just heaps of things that boys and girls do not. 
Hedwig. And will you teach us all those lovely things? 
An Elf. Oh, may be, if you're good. 
Children. Oh, we'll be good ! 

Piper. Well, children, now that you have seen the elves, 

Perhaps you'd like to see some other things. 

What say you as to fairies, for a taste? 

[Children clap their hands joyously J] 

Then sit you down and be as still as mice, 

And soon the lovely fairies will appear. 
[Children sit down at back and sides of stage. Piper 
blozvs a few notes on his pipe. Elves squat down at 
different places. Soon the fairies conic flitting in.] 
Fairy-Queen. Hail, Piper! Welcome back to Fairy- 
land! 

Thy charmed notes wakened me from flowery sleep. 

With joy I called my band, and we are here 

To give thee greeting and obey thy wish, 

Thy slightest bidding. Say, what shall it be? 
Piper. Thou seest these little mortals round about ? 
[Fairies utter terrified exclamations and shrink together 

at one side of stage.] 
Bluebell. Mortals ! They will harm us, I'm afraid ! 
Piper. [Lattghs.] Nay, nay, they'll harm you not, and 
anyhow, 

They're only children, harmless little things, 

They love the fairies and they wish to see 



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How beautifully you dance. Come, dance for them. 
[Fairy dance.] 
Piper. Thanks, lovely creatures, thanks. Well, boys and 
girls, 
What think you of this pretty fairy band? 
Lottchen. I like the fairies better than the elves. 
[All Utile girls nod and agree. Fairies laugh and bow 

prettily, while elves break into chorus of zvceping.] 
Little Boy. [Hermann.] I like the elves the best. 
Fritz. And so do I ! 

[Elves shout and throw their arms about little boys in a 
violent embrace. Hesitatingly, little girls try to 
embrace fairies, zvho draiv away.] 
Rose. Be careful, or you'll break my pretty wings ! 
Piper. Now, little elves, and fairies, you may go. 
I know you have your duties to perform. 
We'll meet again. Be ready when I call. 
[Exeunt elves and fairies] 
Elizabeth. [Looking after them.] I'd like to be a 

fairy ! 
Gretchen. So would I ! 
Franz. Oh, pshaw ! I'd rather be an elf, by far. 

They're solider than fairies. 
Elizabeth. Oh, but then 

The elves are brown and ugly, and the fairies 
Are bright and pretty, with such lovely wings ! 
Franz. Now, isn't that just like a little girl! 

You always think about your clothes and things ! 
Elizabeth. Well, anyhow, your stocking's torn, so 
there ! ! 

[Begins to cry.] 
Piper. How now ! A quarrel brewing in the air ? 
Methinks the little ones are tired out, 
For crossness and fatigue go hand in hand. 
Come, children, you must have a little nap. 
Lie down in quiet, and ere long, I know, 
Refreshing sleep will close your little eyes. 



THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 9 

Trudel. I don't see any beds. 

PlPER What, beds, you say ? 

What could be better than the mossy ground? 
Fritz. But mother never lets me sleep out-doors. 

I slept outdoors with Hermann here, one night. 

We both took awful colds and we were sick. 
Piper You can't take cold in Fairyland, my boys. 
Bertha. But then, just think of all the horrid bugs 
Piper. They'll not come near you. I will vouch for that. 

Now just lie down, and you will see what soft 

And comfortable beds the kind earth makes. 
[Children lie down around stage. \ 

That's it. Now if you like, my dears, I'll play 

A little for you on my magic pipe. 

[He sits dozvn and- begins to play.] 
Gretchen. [Sitting up suddenly.] Oh, I could never 
go to sleep with that ! 

At home my mother always sings to me 

Until I go to sleep. 
Piper [Disconcerted.] Oh, does she so? 
Hermann. And so does mine. I wish I were at home. 
Piper. Come, this won't do. Well, well, I'll sing for you. 

[He begins a song.] 
Hedwig. That's not the one. 

Waltiier. Oh, no, not that at all ! 

Piper. It doesn't suit you? Tell me, then my dears, 

What I may sing. 
Waltiier. It's called the "Dreamland Tree, 

The song that mother always sings to me. 
Piper. "The Dreamland Tree?" Dear me, I dont be- 
lieve 
That song's recorded in my repertoire. 
Trudel. What did you say ? 
PlPER My dear, I just remarked 

I do not know that song. 
Hedwig. Not know that song ! 

Why, everybody knows the "Dreamland Iree. 
If mother dear were only here, she'd sing it. 



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Piper. [Aside.] Dear me what ever shall I do with 

them ? 
Smallest Boy [Hans.] [Beginning to cry and coming 
to Piper.] 

I want my mother, Master Piper man ! 

Please take me home to mother ! 
All Children. Take us home ! 

[Little girls begin to cry and some little boys look sus- 
piciously near it. Piper becomes quite distracted. \ 
Piper. Why, things grow worse and worse. What shall 
I do? 

Ah, I have hit it. Children, dry your eyes. 

What say you to a story? 
Children. Take us home ! 

Piper. Ay, ay, but ere we set out, hear this tale ! 

It is a wondrous tale. [To Hans.] Come, little lad, 

I'll hold thee in my arms the while. Now list, 

I knew a prince, a fine — 
Gretchen. That's not the way ! 

You should begin with, "Once upon a time" — 
Piper. I thank thee, little maid. I'll start again. 

Well, once upon a time, there lived a prince, 

A fine and handsome prince, beloved by all. 

He started out one day into the world, 

And as he traveled up a mountain side, 

He came by chance upon a little door. 

He stepped within, and there he found himself 

In an enchanted country, Fairyland. 

But in this land there lived a wicked witch — 
[During this recital, the children have gradually dropped 
asleep, all but little Hans.] 

They're all asleep but thee, my little friend. 
Hans. I cannot go to sleep. I'm lonesome, too. 
Piper. Oh, come, I'll show thee something wonderful ! 

Dost see this pretty ring? Is it not bright? 

Oh, thou dost want to hold it ? Very well. 

I place it on thy little finger, so ! 

Too large, by far. So hold it tight, my boy. 



THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS H 

It is a magic ring, my little man, 

And can do wondrous things : The boy's asleep ; 

My ring clasped tightly in his chubby hand. 

I must not waken him. [Lays him down\] Now lie 

thou there. 
They're all asleep ? I can't believe my eyes ! 
[Mopping Jiis face] What an ordeal was that ! I'm 

quite exhausted ! 
I will not take them home ! And must I then 
Go through this same performance every night? 
That's too much for a bachelor, such as I. 
I'll find the witch and see what can be done. 
But first I'll call the fairies. [Few notes on pipe.] 
Fairies, come ! 

[Enter Fairies.] 
You see these little children sleeping here? 
Sing them a lullaby, and fill their sleep 
With dreams as sweet as Fairyland can give. 
[Piper goes out. Fairies sing a lullaby and exeunt.] 

[Enter Margaret, seeing children.] 
Marg. At last my search is ended ! Oh, how glad 
The Folks of Hamline town will be, when 1 
Return and tell them where the children are ! 
I followed that Pied Piper, too, unseen, 
And saw the little door in the mountain side. 
Ah, here's my little brother, Hans, asleep. 

[Kisses him.] 
They're all quite sound asleep. I'll wake them up. 
Oh, children, dear 1 I've come to take you home ! 
Why, little folks, wake up ! Hans ! Little brother ! 

[Shakes him.] 
He will not wake. Why, what's this in his hand? 
A lovely ring ! I wonder whose it is. 
He'll lose it, sure. I'll put it on myself, 
And keep it safe until I find the owner. 
But children, wake ! There's surely something wrong. 



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They sleep too soundly. I must go for help. 
'Tis well that Hamline town's not far away ! 

[She goes out, running.] 
[Re-enter Piper and Frowza, the witch.] 

Frowza. No, no, I tell thee, I will not be bribed. 

I've done too much for thee entirely. 
Piper. It's very little that I ask this time. 

Come, be a good soul, Frowza, help me out. 
Frowza. I can with ease brew pow'rful charms and 
potions. 

I can, of course, bewitch these children all, 

And charm them with complete forgetfulness, 

As thou desirest, but I'll not, I say ! 

To do someone a favor, that provokes me. 
Piper. Come, say, what is your price, to work the charm ? 
Frowza. I'll ask no price, and I'll not work the charm ! 

Too many things I've done for thee already ! 

[Starts to go.] 

Piper. [Seizing her by the arm.] Stay, Frowza. If 
you do not work that charm, 

I'll go straightway into the outer world, 

And I'll proclaim to all in loudest tones, 

"Hear ye, who loved the brave Prince Rupert well ! 

He is imprisoned by a wicked witch ! 

I'll tell you where she lives — " 
Frowza. Hush, hush, I beg. 

Piper. You know what happens when a witch is found ? 
Frowza. Yes, yes, I know ! You'll surely not betray me ! 
Piper. That's what I mean to do. They'll find you here, 

And drown you like the old cat that you are ! 
Frowza. Conceal my secret, and I'll work the charm. 
Piper. The bargain's made. Now charm these little 
folks 

So that they'll quite forget their former life. 

And be content to stay here all their days. 

[Frowza waves staff and makes passes over children.] 



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Frowza. Herewith I give to them forgetfulness, 
The greatest boon that anyone could wish. 
[Enter Prince Rupert, who is chained.'] 
Prince. I pray you, put the spell on me as well. 
You keep me prisoner here ; if you refuse 
To set me free, at least let me forget 
My country, people, and my princely rank, 
What I have been and where I ought to be ; 
I say, let me forget ! 
Frowza. And give to you 

Forgetfulness, the greatest boon on earth ! 
Nay, my fine fellow, that shall never be ! 
Remembrance causes half thy suffering. 
Prince. Oh ease my burden just a little ! 
Frowza. Nay ! 

And if you murmur more, I'll take away 
The privilege that you are taking now — 
.Of walking once a day within this wood ! 
Begone ! And let me hear no more complaints ! 
[Exit Prince Rupert, sorrowfully.] 
Frowza. [To Piper.] Now look you. Keep the bar- 
gain that we've made. 
Keep to your half as I have kept to mine. 
[Exit Frowza.] 
Piper. [Laughing.] Farewell, old Frowza ! Thou has 
served me well. 
My trouble with the children now is past. 
And I'll awake them with my magic pipe. 

[Blozvs on pipe. Children wake slowly.] 
My ring! I left it on the baby's hand, 
And I must get it ere he loses it. 
[Going to Hans.] Where is it? Sure, he had it in 

his hand. 
Oh, little Hans, awake! Where is the ring 
I gave to you before you went to sleep? 
Hans. [Sleepily.] I know not. Did I have a ring of 
thine ? 



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Piper. Thou know'st I put my ring upon thy finger ! 
Hans. Indeed, dear Piper, I remember not. 
Piper. Alas, the charm ! The charm, forgetfulness ! 

[Children swarm around Piper.] 
Lottchen. What troubles our dear Piper? 
Piper. Nothing much. 

[Brightening.] Well, children, have you all had pleas- 
ant dreams? 
Cpiildren. Oh, yes ! 
Trudel. I dreamed of fairies. 

Hermann. I saw elves. 

Piper. And now you're bright and happy once again. 

I'm going to offer someone here a prize. 
Children. A prize ! 
Piter. Just so. Now list to what I say. 

I've lost a ring I value very much. 

Whoever finds and brings it back to me 

Shall have whatever he or she may ask. 

And now we're ready to start out again, 

And see the sights that Fairyland affords. 
[A Dutch dance by one or several of tJie children may be 
used here appropriately. Then the Piper and chil- 
dren go out, singing and laughing.] 

ACT II. 

[Enter Peter, a fat old peasant. He sings, and stops now 
and then and calls "Beauty."] 

Peter. Where art thou, Beauty ? Where are thou, I say ! 
That goat will be the death of me some day, 
Continually getting into mischief, 
And always straying off from all the herd. 
If 'twere not that my little Gretciien loved him, 
I'd willingly go home, and leave the goat 
To starve to death upon the mountainside. 

[Walks about looking under bushes, etc. TJie Piter and 
Frowza appear in background, talking together.] 



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There are some people. I will question them. 

Perhaps they've seen the goat. Hello, there, friends ! 

[Piper and Frowza start, and come forward.] 
Piper. [Angrily to Frowza.] Who is this fellow and 

how comes he here? 
Frowza. Methinks in truth, 'tis by some fault of thine. 
Peter. [Bowing Stiffly.] Good day, kind friends, I say ! 
Good day to you, 

Sir, and to you, old mother. 
Piper. [Impatiently.] "Well, good day ! 

Have done sir, with your scraping courtesies ! 

Who are you, fellow, and how came you here? 
Peter. You speak right angrily ! I beg your pardon, 

If 'tis by my mistake that I have come 

To trespass on your worship's property. 

I was but looking for a little goat. 

Perchance you may have seen him round about ? 
Piper. No, we have not. Go on. How came you here? 
Peter. Ay, ay, your worship ! I was searching hard, 

When suddenly upon the mountainside 

I came upon a little rocky door. 

I entered there and straightway found myself 

Within a forest green and beautiful. 

And still I'm looking for my little goat. 
[Continues his search. \ 
Piper. [To Frowza.] He's but a simple fellow and he's 
made 

A very unintentional mistake. 
Frowza. Ay, but we must not let him go away 

With power to show the way to Fairyland 

To all his friends ! 
Piper. Leave me to manage that. 

Peter. Again I ask your pardon for my error. 

I know you not nor yet your property. 

I live in Hamline town and I'll be gone. 
[Bozvs and starts to leave.] 
Piper. Stay, fellow, stay ! You live in Hamline town ? 

You live in Hamline town and know me not. 



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Peter. No, sir, I never saw you in my life. 

You've been in Hamline town ? 
Piper. Ay, e'en today. 

Peter. I feed my flocks upon the mountainside 
And I have not been home for several days. 
But I must go. If I don't find that goat 
My little Gretchen's heart will surely break. 
[Continues his search.] 
Frowza. [Aside to Piper.] Why can't I charm him 

with forgetfulness? 
Piper. The very thing ! Proceed and work the charm. 

[Frowza makes passes over Peter.] 
Peter. [Startled.] How, now ! What's this, old lady, 
that you do ? 
Such funny motions ! Why, you make me laugh ! 

[Laughs.] 
And still you do it ! Well, I'll try it, too ! 
[Mocking her.] 
Frowza. Make passes as you will, sir! You are fixed! 
Piper. Now you may roam at will within this wood. 

Perhaps you'll find your goat. Perhaps you'll not. 
Peter. [Blankly.] My goat! I had no goat. I quite 
forget, 
Your worship, why I came into this wood. 
But then, no matter. I must haste away 
And find the road that leads back to — it's gone ! 
My mind's a blank and I remember nought ! 
Piper. 'Tis well, and here with us thou shalt remain. 

[Enter Margaret.] 
Marg. Ah, here's the Piper ! 

Frowza. What ! Another mortal ! 

Piper. Who are you, maiden? What's your business 
here ? 
By what road have you come into this place? 
Marg. In truth, sir, I know not. I wish I did, 
For then, I'd have no trouble getting out. 
In short, I've lost my way, and I'd be glad 
If you would furnish me some information. 



THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 17 

Piper. Why is it you desire to go away ? 

Marg. Why is it, sir, indeed? You ought to know. 

I come from Hamline town. The people there 

Are almost crushed with all their weight of grief. 

When you piped the little folks away 

I followed. them e'en as they followed you. 
T found them sleeping soundly on the ground. 

I started back for help and lost my way. 
Piper. You wish to take them home? 
Marg. Ay. 

Piper. Nay, my girl. 

It cannot be. The children must stay here. 
Marg. You would not, could not be so cruel, sir ! 

You're jesting, sure ! Where are they ? Let them go ! 
Piper. They're well and happy here. Is't not enough? 
Marg. But think of their poor parents left at home ! 
Piper. The people of your village must be punished. 
Marg. They've learned their lesson well, I promise you. 

They'll gladly give you now your thousand guilders. 

Old Hamline town is dead without its children. 
Piper. You ask in vain. The children cannot go. 
Marg. [To others.] Oh, help me plead with him ! Old 
woman, help ! 

And you, sir! Why, can I believe my eyes? 

It's Neighbor Peter! Yes, of course it is! 
[SJic runs over to him.] 

What kindly fate has brought thee to my aid? 
Peter. [Bowing stiffly.] I always aid a lady in dis- 
tress. 
Marg. Come, then, we'll plead together. 
Peter. Willingly. 

I'll gladly do as you desire, although 

Of course I know you not, fair maid, but then, — 
Marg. You know me not ! Whatever can you mean ? 

You live next door to us in Hamline town ! 
Peter. [Puzzled.] In Hamline town? Well, well, now 
that is strange. 

I'm very glad you know me. What's your name? 



18 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 

Marg. My name ! Why, Margaret ! Sure, you're mock- 



ing me 



Oh, jest no longer, add your prayers to mine, 

And pray this man to tell us where to look 

To find the children and to take them home. 
Peter. I ask you, sir, as well, 
Frowza. You simpletons ! 

You may as well be still. We'll help you not. 
Piper. Your prayers are vain, but let us compromise, 

Now maiden, here's a splendid proposition ; 

You seem to love these children, and of course 

They love you, too. And since they must remain, 

Suppose you stay as well, and care for them. 
Peter [Patting Piper on back.] My friend, you have 
a quicker brain than I ! 

Your wits are keener than your looks would show. 
Marg. Your proposition is ridiculous ! 

Of course I shah not stay — I cannot stay ! 

But then — if you should by retaining me 

Allow these children to go home instead — 
Piper. Nay, nay ! That's final. And if you refuse, 

Why, then, we'll have to keep you 'gainst your will. 
Marg. Indeed, sir, you shall not ! 
Piper. [To Frowza.] A word with you! 

You'll have to charm her with forget fulness. 
Frowza. Or else she'll leave. The saucy little minx ! 
[Begins passes over Margaret. Piper goes out.] 
Peter. Why. there you go again! [To Margaret.] I 
think she's cracked ! 

Don't mind her, for she did the same to me. [He mocks 
Frowza.] 
Frowza. Now, see if you member Hamline town ! 

[Exit Frowza, laughing] 
Marg. Remember Hamline town ! Of course I do ! 

And ne'er shall I forget it ! But alas ! 

Whatever, neighbor Peter, shall we do? 

In what strange country do we find ourselves ? 



THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 19 

Peter. [Sidling up to her.] Tis beautiful as long as 

thou art here. 
Marg. Why, master Peter, thou dost flatter me ! 

But seriously, dost thou know the road 

That leads away from here to Hamline town ? 
Peter. I do not wish to leave while thou art here. 
Marg. Indeed, good Peter, thou dost frighten me. 
Peter. Canst thou not see that I do love thee, girl? 
Marg. Why, yes, I've always thot so. We're old friends. 

And thou hast dandled me upon thy knee 

A hundred times, when I was but a child. 

I've always loved thee as a playfellow. 
Peter. [Blankly.] Thou speakest as if in an unknown 
tongue. 

No recollections does thy story bring. 

But I can see thou dost not understand. 

How shall I make it plainer? [Pondering.'] Ah, I 
know ! 
[He sweeps the ground carefidly with his hat, then spreads 
out his immense handkerchief ', and gets down upon it in 
a kneeling position.] 

Fair Margaret, let this humble posture show 

That I adore thee! Wilt thou be my wife? 
Marg. The man is surely mad ! Or else I dream ! 
Peter. Ay, mad with love of thee ! Wilt be my wife? 
Marg. How canst thou speak thus, when thou hast a 

wife? 
Peter. Have I a wife? Why, no, I have no wife. 

At least, none that I know of. 
Marg. Oh, alas ! 

If only he could see his little girl, 

His little Gretchen! [Children heard laughing.] 

What is that I hear? 

It is the children coming! Yes, it is ! 
[The fairies come flitting in, followed by the children, who 
are chasing them. Peter stands in astonishment. Marga- 
ret runs and embraces Hans, who does not recognise her.] 

My dearest little baby brother, Hans ! 



20 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 

Hans. I like thee, pretty lady. What's thy name? 
Marg. Dost thou not know me, little brother mine? 

I'm Margaret, thy big sister ! Oh, alas ! 

What dreadful thing is ailing everyone? 

Is there no child that knows me. Gretchen dear, 

Come, see thy father. He'll remember thee. 
[She leads Gretchen to Peter. They do not recognise 
each other.] 

Gretchen. [Curtseying.'] Good day, sir. 

Peter. Who's this chubby little girl ? 

Gretchen. My name is Gretchen, sir. And what is 

thine ? 
Marg. They do not even know each other's names ! 
Bertha. Come, pretty lady, wilt thou go with us, 

And chase the fairies thru' this lovely wood ? 
Marg. I see no fairies. Where are they, dear child? 
Bertha. Why, here is one, and oh, they're all around. 
Walther. We play tag with them and they like to play, 

But when you've almost caught them, off they go ! 
Marg. Oh, Master Peter, what's the matter here? 

Is everybody crazy? Or am I? 

Do you see any fairies? 
Peter. I don't know. 

I guess they're fairies — shimmering and light, 

With wings like butterflies — 
Marg. Enough ! 'Tis well. 

We see with different eyes. There's some charm here 

And I alone resist its influence. 
Franz. Come on, come on ! The fairies start away ! 

Let's follow them, and tag them if we can ! 
[Exeunt fairies and children.'] 
Marg. Come, master Peter, let us follow, too. 

I dare not lose them from my sight again. 
Peter. I'll go because those fairies take my eye. 

Methinks I am a very fickle chap. 

[Exeunt, folloztnng children.] 
End of Act II. 



THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 21 



ACT III. 

[The fairies enter. A fairy dance may be introduced here 
if desired.] 

Fairy Queen. Come hither, all my lovely band of fays. 

You know the maiden whom we saw erewhile — 
Violet. As yes, sweet queen. She is a lovely maid. 
Buttercup. Just now I saw her sitting 'neath a tree, 

While near her all the children were at play. 

I pitied her, she seemed so sorrowful. 
Fairy Q. This lovely maiden— Margaret is her name — 

Desires to take the band of children home. 

But Frowza's bound them with a spell. 
Fern. And that 

Of all her spells the worst — forgetfulness. 
Bluebell. She doesn't understand, and 'tis no wonder, 

Why all her little friends don't recognize her. 
Fairy Q. Do you not think it strange that the old witch 

Has not bound Margaret also with the spell ? 
Buttercup. That's so. 

Rose. I wonder now what is the reason. 

Fairy Q. The girl is proof against old Frowza's spells, 

She wears the Piper's ring. 
All Fairies. [In azve.~\ That magic ring ! 
Violet. How'ever did she get it ? 
Queen. I don't know. 

But certainly she has it on her finger. 
Fern. You don't suppose that she's his fiancee ! 
All Fairies. [Laughing.'] Oh, no! 
Fairy Q. I fear, or hope, that man's immune 

From all such foolishness. 
Buttercup. But rather that, 

Than that this Margaret should be forced to stand 

The attentions of that clownish rustic, Peter ! 
Fairy Q. I say so, too. Indeed, they're not well matched. 

Besides he's married, One wife is enough. 

But fairies, I'm a matchmaker, as you know, 



22 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 

And I have in my head the finest scheme ! 
All\Fairies. Let's hear it! 

Rose. We'll all help you work it out ! 

Fairy Q. The man concerned in it is young Prince 
Rupert, 

Whom Frowza keeps a prisoner. 
Fern. Just the thing ! 

Fairy Q. And as she's in possession of the ring, 

And we know that, we ought to have no trouble 

In setting free the Prince, and bringing her 

Within his line of vision, so that he 

Will fall in love with her, and men may say — 
All Fairies. "They all lived happy ever afterward !" 

[The elves enter.] 
Elf King. All hail, you pretty things ! 
Fairy Q. All hail to you ! 

Elves. Flello ! 

Fairies. Good-day ! [Bowing.] 

Elf King. What means this conversation ? 

Fairy Q. We're planning for a wedding celebration ! 
Elves. Aha ! 

An Elf. Let's see. Which is it has a hope-box? 
Bluebell. Oh, no ! It's none of us. But it's two mor- 
tals, 

And one's Prince Rupert. 
Fairy Q. Will you help us, elves? 

Elves. Ay, that we will ! 

Elf King. We'll do whate'er you wish. 

Fairy O. I'll send my fairies with you into Elfland. 

Give them from out your store a hammer strong, 

Which they'll bring back to me. And so begone ! 

Prince Rupert comes. I'll lead the maiden here. 

Farewell, my fairies ! Soon we'll meet again. 

[Exeunt Fairies and Elves. Enter Prince Rupert.] 
Fairy Q. Prince Rupert, why so sad? 
Prince. [Starting.'] Did some one speak ? 

No, no. 'Twas but some spirit of the forest. 
Fairy Q. Prince Rupert, why so sad? 



THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 23 

Prince. And why, indeed? 

Why, how can I be otherwise than sad? 
Fairy Q. Cheer up, Prince Rupert. 
Prince. Wouldst thou have me smile ? 

While all the time I grieve? 
Fairy Q. Thou'lt soon be free ! 

Prince. Nay, spirit, thou dost mock me. Go away. 
[E.vit Fairy Queen. \ 

So oft I think I hear a mortal voice, 

But always 'tis the wood-sprites, nothing more. 

I know they're all my friends, tho I can't see them. 

But what a pitiable prince am I ! [Sits dozvn.] 

A prince! That word's a sneering mockery, 

I sit here idly, charing in my chains, 

The king, my father, may be on his death-bed, 

For aught I know. And my beloved people 

Perhaps without a leader ! Oh, I'm desperate ! 
[Buries his face in his hands. Enter Margaret, led invis- 
ibly by the Fairy Queen.] 
Marg. I know not where I go. It seems to me 

That something draws me, leads me step by step. 

Oh, if it should be that I'm on the road 

That leads to Hamline and to help ! [Seeing Prince Ru- 
pert.] A man ! 

I wonder who he is, and why he looks 

So very downcast. 
Prince. {Starting.'] Sure, a mortal voice ! 

Marg. I beg your pardon, sir. 

Prince. [Rising and bowing.] There's no need, mad- 
am. 
Marg. I fear I've interrupted you, good sir. 
Prince. And if you have, fair maiden, I am willing, 

Ah yes, quite willing to be interrupted. 
Marg. You'll pardon me again, sir, but you look — 

Indeed, quite startling the resemblance seems — 

So very like — 
Prince. Like whom? 

Marg. Like our Prince Rupert. 



24 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 

Prince. Oh, do I? I've been told so many times. 
Marg. Perhaps you know the Prince ? 
Prince. Ay, very well. 

Marg. Ah, then you know how all his people love him, 

And how they grieve about his loss. 
Prince. They do? 

I'm glad of that. I'm glad they love him so. . 
Marg. Of course we love him. He's our hero prince. 

Why, you are chained! Are you a prisoner? 
Prince. I am indeed. Old Frowza's prisoner. 

She held an ancient grudge against my father — 

I may as well confess to you, fair maid, 

That I'm not only like the prince you love, 

But I am he himself. 
Marg. [Kneeling.'] Your royal highness ! 

Prince. Oh, pray you, maiden, rise. We're equals here. 

So let us talk as equals, and as friends. 
Marg. You honor me, your highness. 
Prince. Say not so. 

'Tis merely honor due to any maid 

Who is so charming and so beautiful. 
Marg. I thank you, sir, I fear you flatter me. 

But may I ask you to continue now 

The tale of how you came into this place, 

And why you are imprisoned ? 
Prince. Brief the tale, 

I lost my way while hunting on the mountain. 

Old Frowza, ever watchful for a chance 

To give vent to her hatred of my father, 

Enticed me by a spell into this wood. 

Once here, you can imagine all the rest — 

How I was powerless to get out again. 
Marg. And must you then remain here all yoar days? 
Prince. Alas, I fear there's no hope of escape. 

But tell me all about affairs at home. 

How is the king, my father ? 
Marg. Oh, alas ! 

He's getting old and weak. He needs your help. 



THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 25 

He needs a strong, young man to lean upon. 
Prince. I know it. Ah, if I could only go, 

And do my duty to my native land ! 
[Enter fairies.] 

Ah, what a miserable wretch I am! 
Marg. Your people love you, need you. Oh, poor man ! 

I'd gladly give my life to set you free! 
Prince. I thank you, maiden, from my heart I do. 
Fairy Q. Thou mayst set him free, if 'tis thy wish. 
Marg. What lovely beings do I see before me ? 

Are they the fairies that the children saw ? 
Prince. Why, they must be the spirits of the wood, 

Invisible until now to my eyes. 
Fairy Q. Thou hast a ring upon thy finger, Margaret. 

How thou hast come by it, we do not know. 

It is the Piper's ring — a magic ring. 

Whoever makes a wish and breaks the ring, 

Shall gain ere long whatever he desires. 
Marg. Ah, what a wondrous ring! 
Fairy Q. And so the elves 

Have loaned to thee, a hammer for this purpose 
[Giving Margaret the elves' hammer.] 

Here place the Piper's ring. Proclaim thy wish, 

Then strike a mighty blow, and all is done. 
Marg. [Following the Queen's directions.] I wish that 

our Prince Rupert might be free ! 
[A rumbling and crashing noise is heard. Prince Rupert's 

chains fall off, and Fropuza rushes in. | 
Prince. [Kneels to Margaret.] My benefactress ! 
Frowza. Help, I am undone ! 

The charm is broken! 
Fairy Q. Seize the witch, my fairies ! 

With these same chains we'll bind her hard and fast ! 

Away with her ! A prisoner while she lives ! 
[The fairies surround Frowza, and bind her while she 
struggles and snarls. They pull her out and also take 
with them the broken ring.] 



26 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 

Prince. I have my liberty! Once more I'm free! 

Ah, what a joy it is to be unbound ! 

And everything I owe to thee, fair maid. 
Marg. Oh, say not so, your highness, for indeed 

I could not do less, when I had the power. 
Prince. And now I can return to home and court, 

To be my aged father's stay and help, 

To lead the armies of my land to victory. 

And best of all, to rule my people wisely. 
Marg. How glad they'll be to know that thou art safe ! 
Prince. And all because of thee, thou lovely maid. 

By rights I should reward thee, but instead 

I mean to ask another boon of thee. 

I love thee, Margaret. Do not turn away. 

Thy beauty charmed me first of all, but now 

I know I love thee for thyself as well. 

Wilt thou return with me, and share my throne? 
Marg. [Gasping.] I hardly know; I'd like to talk it 
over. 

[They withdraw to one side, and talk together. The 
fairies and elves enter and dance togetJier in a merry 
frolic. When it is over, the Elf King goes to Margaret 
with the ring.] 

Elf King. Maid Margaret, see ! The ring's as good as 
new. 
My little elves have welded it together. 
Marg. I thank you, elves. Oh, here the Piper comes ! 
And after him the children. [To Prince.] Come this 
way. [Drawing him aside.] 

[Enter Piper and children, laughing and singing.] 

Piper. Now, who is ready to receive that prize, 
That splendid prize which I have offered you? 
Come now, who's found my ring? 

Herman. I wish I had. 

Fritz. You said the one who found the ring might have 
Whatever he should ask for, didn't you? 



THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 27 

Piper. I did say so, young man, I say so still. 
Franz. I know of lots of things that I would ask. 
Marg. [Coming forward.] I have your ring, sir, and I 
claim the prize ! 

Does not the offer hold for me as well ? 
Piper. [Hesitatingly.] Why, yes. 
Marg. Oh, then give ear to my request ! 

It is the same as that I've made before. 

Now let me take the children home again ! 

Here is thy ring. [Giving it to him. \ 
Piper. Well, thou hast won the prize, 

And thy request is granted. I'll remove 

The charm that binds them. Though forget fulness 

May be a treasure, still 'tis memory 

That is by far the greatest boon on earth. 
[He makes passes over the children and Peter.] 
Gretchen. Why, there's my father I [Rushing to Pe- 
ter.] 
Hans. There's my sLter, Margaret ! 

[A general recognition.] 
Prince. [Coming forward.] Are these the children of 

my people? 
Marg. Ay. 

Children. [Seeing him.] Long live Prince Rupert ! 
Prince. Thanks, my little subjects. 

And here is someone else for you to hail. 

For I have lovely Margaret's promise, that 

She'll be my wife and help me rule the land. 
Fairy Q. Accept this royal mantle and this crown 

As a little farewell present from the fairies 
[Putting ermine mantle and small crown on Margaret.] 
Children. Long live Prince Rupert ! Long live Prin- 
cess Margaret! 
Prince. [To Piper.] Good sir, I thank thee for thy 
music, which 

Has often cheered my lonely prison hours. 

Wilt come to court and be my minstrel ? 



28 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 

Piper. Nay. 

I thank your highness, but the Piper's life 

Was meant to be as free as winged bird, 

And free he must remain. 
Prince. Well, as thou wilt. 

But in thy travels, sir, do not forget. 

To visit Princess Margaret and myself. 
Piper. [After bowing to Prince.] Now, children, 
bright and happy little band, 

I'm going to take you home from Fairyland. 

For home is full of love and joy and mirth. 

And home's the very best place on the earth, 

And may the Piper's parting wish come true, 

And home be always Fairyland for you ! 

[The Piper leads the children and Peter away, singing. 
The Prince and Margaret follow, then the elves and the 
fairies.] 

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